Martial Arts Crossover: The Sweeping Monk of Wudang? That's our patriarch!

"what?"

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, a wisp of divine sense probed in, and his expression immediately hardened.

"Is it a spirit?"

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately spread his divine sense, scanning the surroundings.

In a short while, a winding mineral vein was located in the surrounding area.

After careful examination, he understood: this was originally a crystal vein, but now, due to the changes in the world, it is transforming into a spirit stone mine.

What is the root cause?

This is naturally due to the revival of spiritual energy and the reshaping of laws.

As the world ascends, the power of heaven and earth permeates all things, and mineral veins, medicinal herbs, and spiritual plants may undergo qualitative changes, giving birth to true spiritual materials. This is a gift from the heavens and a sign of the beginning of a new era.

The ore vein is not yet fully transformed and it is not advisable to mine it. After a moment's thought, Lin Daochen raised his hand and set up a concealment restriction to seal the entire ore vein.

It's not too late to harvest them when they are fully mature.

This incident, however, also served as a wake-up call for him—

As the world continues to evolve, similar resources will inevitably become more and more abundant. Spirit stone mines, spirit herb fields, innate cave dwellings... these will all gradually appear.

It's time for the major dynasties to start paying attention to collecting them.

However, things are different now.

The era of universal cultivation has arrived. If we continue to force feudal lords to offer treasures and pay tribute to Wudang as before, it will only lead to disunity and alienation.

Even if one can suppress others temporarily with strength, it is ultimately a short-sighted approach that is like draining a pond to catch all the fish, and it is unsustainable.

True lasting peace and stability come from guidance, not plunder.

Leaving the valley, Lin Daochen waved his sleeve and summoned his spirit pet, a white crane.

The white crane landed against the wind, its feathers as white as snow, its eyes shining brightly, its temperament far surpassing that of ordinary birds.

In addition to taking pills regularly, since the start of the nationwide cultivation movement, Lin Daochen also specially created a demon cultivation method for it to help it embark on the path of cultivation.

This guy has been by Lin Daochen's side for many years, and has been immersed in spiritual energy day and night. His spirituality far exceeds that of ordinary demon beasts, and his cultivation has made rapid progress.

Now, I have firmly entered the third level of Qi Refining.

Lin Daochen turned and mounted the white crane, heading straight for Shennongjia, four hundred miles away.

There stands a precious tree he left behind in his early years—the Green Spirit Fruit Tree. At that time, the fruit was not ripe and could not be harvested. Now that the time is right, he naturally wants to go back and collect the fruit.

More importantly, he vaguely sensed that this fruit tree had probably evolved due to the changes in the world, and was very likely to give birth to even stronger spiritual fruits.

The white crane has now greatly increased in strength and is as fast as lightning, cutting through clouds and mist, and arriving at its destination in no time.

As expected.

The Green Spirit Fruit tree had completely changed. Its branches were gnarled and twisted, its leaves shimmered with silver light, and its appearance was no longer what it used to be. The tree was laden with fruit, each one crystal clear and brimming with spiritual energy, clearly a completely new variety.

Although I do not know its name, judging from its luster, aroma and spiritual energy fluctuations alone, its quality far surpasses that of the previous Green Spirit Fruit, making it a rare treasure.

Lin Daochen's expression shifted slightly. He immediately took out several spirit-gathering jade boxes, picked all the fruits, sealed them properly, and put them into his storage ring.

He then reinforced the protective barrier, revamped the array patterns, and doubled its power to ensure the place was absolutely safe.

After finishing everything, he once again rode a crane into the sky and returned to Wudang.

Several days later.

Lin Daochen had been in seclusion for a long time and realized that his spiritual power was at its peak and the opportunity for a breakthrough had arrived. He immediately activated the Mountain and River Spirit Gathering Array.

In an instant, the heavens and earth surged, and spiritual energy, like a tide, converged from all directions and poured into the summit of Wudang Mountain.

Once his spiritual energy reached its peak, he did not hesitate to channel his energy to break through the barrier.

Meridians are reshaped, dantian expands, and qi rises steadily—finally, one steadily enters the late stage of Foundation Establishment!

The heavens and earth roared, as if in response.

As time went by, the nationwide craze for cultivating immortality intensified, the world continued to evolve, spiritual energy became increasingly abundant, and the laws became clearer.

Amidst this dramatic change—

In the depths of the endless void, the ancient palace where Xie Tiao and Xiang Yutian were located suddenly trembled!

boom!!!

Inside the hall, the two were sitting cross-legged in cultivation when they suddenly felt the ground tremble violently, and their bodies almost became unsteady.

"What happened?"

The two opened their eyes instantly, leaped up, and hurried toward the central hall.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance, they saw that a crowd had already gathered in the hall, each with a solemn expression.

Looking up, everyone was shocked.

On the altar at the highest point of the main hall, a perfectly round bead was emitting a blinding light, as if it contained some ancient will awakening.

"Master Bodhidharma, do you know the reason?" Xie Tiao asked in a deep voice, looking at an old monk in a gray robe beside him.

This person was none other than Bodhidharma, the first patriarch of Shaolin and the source of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts.

Everyone thought he had already passed away, but little did they know that he had already broken through the boundaries and come to live in seclusion in this temple.

"This humble monk was also startled by the strange commotion, which is why I have come here," Bodhidharma said softly, pressing his palms together. "All of you benefactors are in the same situation."

Xie Tiao remained silent, saying no more, his gaze fixed on the bright pearl on the high platform.

Right now—

boom!!!

The entire palace suddenly trembled, and the shaking intensified dramatically!

Everyone channeled their inner energy to steady themselves, their expressions changing simultaneously.

The next moment, an even more horrifying scene unfolded—

This colossal palace, which stretched across the void, began to fall rapidly! Space tore apart, light and shadow reversed, as if it had been forcibly dragged out of the void by some force!

They had no time to react; they could only fight off the shock and protect their minds, leaving no room for anything else.

If someone were to look down at the outside world, they would be horrified to discover—

That colossal palace had fallen from the void, burst into the heavens of the Nine Provinces, and was hurtling toward the earth with earth-shattering force!

About fifteen minutes later.

The shaking finally stopped.

The palace remained stable, suspended in an unknown place.

However, the beads on the high platform did not subside; their light grew even brighter, almost illuminating the nine heavens.

Suddenly, an old voice rang out.

"We...are back."

The speaker was an elderly man dressed in a Taoist robe, standing by the window with a shocked look in his eyes.

"Master Zhao, what do you mean by that?" a burly man carrying a thick sword asked in a deep voice.

Master Zhao slowly turned around and said, word by word, "We have returned to the Nine Provinces World."

"What?!"

The entire hall erupted in uproar.

Everyone rushed to the windows and looked out—

The next second, an expression of disbelief appeared on everyone's face.

"It really is Kyushu!"

"What... what exactly is going on?"

They were once at the pinnacle of the martial arts world, having traversed the vast land of China and witnessed countless changes in the world.

The view outside the window was instantly recognizable—

Kunlun Mountains.

The legendary ancestor of all mountains, the backbone of heaven and earth, stands right before our eyes.

At this moment, that magnificent palace is quietly suspended atop Yuzhu Peak, the highest peak in the Kunlun Mountains.

Even the most powerful beings, who had shattered the void and transcended the mortal realm, were stunned by this sudden turn of events.

"What... should we do next?"

The group looked at each other in silence, unable to make up their minds.

After a moment of silence.

The burly man carrying a thick-backed sword suddenly stood up and strode towards the outside of the hall.

"Great hero, where are you going?" the old Taoist priest surnamed Zhao asked.

The man didn't stop walking, his voice low but firm: "I've been away from home for too long, I need to go out and see my hometown."

"Aren't you worried about the dangers outside?"

The old Taoist priest's words had a hidden meaning.

When they broke through to the Shattered Void Realm, they all sensed the rejection from the world. It was as if a law was warning them: this world is unacceptable; they must leave, or divine punishment will descend, and they will be annihilated, body and soul!

But no one expected that the so-called ascension to the immortal realm would actually just mean being swept into a mysterious, colossal palace that stretched across the void.

Now that I have returned to Kyushu, the oppressive force within the palace is gone.

So what the old Taoist priest really wanted to ask was—if you step out of the temple and divine punishment suddenly comes, how would you deal with it?

The burly man naturally understood the danger involved, and smiled calmly: "If there is real danger, we can retreat. We have cultivated for hundreds of years; how could we not withstand even the slightest tribulation?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed open the door and went out.

The others exchanged glances and followed closely behind.

They were trapped in this palace for hundreds of years.

If he didn't have an iron will, he would have gone mad long ago.

Who wouldn't want to leave their homeland to return?

As everyone left the central hall, the round bead on the high platform continued to pulsate, its light growing ever brighter, like a heart awakening.

soon.

They arrived at the palace exit.

Without the slightest hesitation, the burly man raised his hand and pushed—

"boom!"

The heavy palace doors opened with a thud.

"call--"

He took a deep breath, his expression slightly shaken.

The air was crisp and sweet, so full of spiritual energy that it almost solidified.

More importantly—

That suffocating feeling of rejection has disappeared!

A glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly circulated all his internal energy, his aura erupting like a volcano, soaring into the sky!

boom!!!

A vast and powerful pressure swept across the four directions, reaching straight into the sky!

The people behind him all changed color—wouldn't such arrogance immediately invite a backlash from heaven and earth?

However, the next moment...

The man laughed loudly, his laughter bold, unrestrained, and exhilarating!

As the laughter subsided, he turned to his companions still in the hall and said loudly:

"Come out!"

"The divine punishment has passed, we... are free!"

In an instant, everyone's breath caught in their throats, followed by a surge of ecstasy.

One by one, they filed out, and the moment their feet touched solid ground, they all activated their senses—

really!

Heaven and earth no longer rejected them, as if the former prohibition had been lifted.

In an instant, laughter echoed among the snow-capped peaks, lingering for a long time.

As the joy faded, everyone began to make their own plans.

"Let's go back to Longhu Mountain," said the old Taoist priest surnamed Zhao to another old Taoist priest beside him.

The two men share the same surname, Zhao.

One was the founder of the Longhu Mountain sect, respectfully called the Celestial Master; the other was a third-generation patriarch, hailed as the number one master of Taoism in his time.

"Very well, I should also return to the Holy Gate." Xie Tiao looked at Yu Tian, ​​his eyes slightly cold, "And while I'm at it, find out exactly who was behind the murder of that genius of my Holy Gate back then."

The scene of Pang Ban's death atop Wudang Mountain remains unforgettable to this day.

How can the fate of such a peerless genius who was able to cultivate the "Great Demon Seed of the Dao Heart" be left unresolved?

After they finished speaking, the two drifted away.

Bodhidharma silently turned away, intending to return to Shaolin.

He did not yet know whether the ancient temple still existed.

If he learned that the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism had long been destroyed, how would this first patriarch of Buddhism react?

Among this group, besides Bodhidharma, there was another highly respected Buddhist figure who stood still.

The one with the most prestigious background is Padmasambhava, the Guru Rinpoche of Samye Monastery, a sacred site in the snowy land of Tibet. This man also has another identity: he is the patriarch of the Tibetan Buddhist lineage inherited by Phagpa, the former Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty.

To put it bluntly, apart from the man named Kui Xiong, who was as big as a mountain, the rest of the people who came out of that giant hall that stretched across the void all had old grudges against Lin Daochen and Wudang.

It is foreseeable that once they recover, another bloodbath will inevitably ensue.

However, let's leave those aside for now.

What's most shocking right now is the reaction of these people when they first stepped out of the Kunlun Mountains and into the mortal city—without exception, they were all dumbfounded.

Who could have imagined that after being trapped in that palace for hundreds of years, when they opened their eyes again, the entire land of Kyushu had been turned upside down. The once glorious era of martial arts had now transformed into a complete era of cultivation.